You remained chaste on your wedding night, do you really think this holy son is a simp?

The disciple's words left Gu Changyuan completely bewildered.

"Senior Sister Qin stole Chen Yueyao's Foundation Establishment Pill."

He recognized each character individually, but when put together, they left Gu Changyuan completely dumbfounded.

Gu Changyuan took a deep breath and raised his hand to rub his ears.

Could it be that he flew too fast just now and caused his ears to ring? Or is this disciple possessed by some evil spirit and talking nonsense?

Gu Changyuan subconsciously scanned the disciple with his spiritual power, but the feedback told him that the disciple was perfectly healthy and had no problems at all.

"etc."

Gu Changyuan interrupted the disciple's incessant chatter.

"No, no!"

Gu Changyuan pointed to Qin Shuang beside him, and then to Chen Yueyao, who was crying with tears streaming down her face.

He then turned to look at the disciple who was kneeling and replying.

"What did you just say? Say it again! Is this even acceptable?"

Gu Changyuan felt that all his years of cultivation and knowledge had been wasted.

Who is Qin Shuang?

That was a Nascent Soul cultivator at the top of the sect, the number one among the true disciples!

How extravagant was her daily life?

Top-grade spirit stones are nothing more than common items to be squandered, and thousand-year-old spiritual herbs are used as ordinary medicinal materials. A Nascent Soul cultivator is already an ancestor in this realm, and if the opportunity arises, they might be able to touch the threshold of ascending to the Spirit Realm.

Gu Changyuan believed that such a person would act for ancient treasures and supreme cultivation techniques. The path of cultivation is inherently a dog-eat-dog world, and fighting to the death to prove one's Dao is commonplace.

But it just so happens to be... a Foundation Establishment Pill?

That's something for disciples who have just entered the Dao and are still struggling in the Qi Refining stage to break through.

To Qin Shuang, what difference was there between them and pebbles on the roadside? Even if they fell at her feet, she probably wouldn't bother to bend down and pick them up.

Now someone is telling him that Qin Shuang stole this thing?

This absurdity is comparable to an emperor who, instead of drinking the finest wines and delicacies in his palace, sneaks out at midnight to steal half a piece of spoiled, hard dry food from a beggar's bowl.

What's the point?

Is it because it's hard to swallow? Is it because it's worthless? Or is it for the thrill of the moment when you steal it?

That makes absolutely no sense.

Gu Changyuan shook his head, trying to shake the absurd thought out of his mind.

He looked around at the circle of disciples.

Could it be that the food at the sect's dining hall has gone wrong recently, damaging these people's brains?

Or does Chen Yueyao possess some kind of strange power, causing those who approach her to lose their minds?

"Gentlemen."

"Doesn't anyone find this suspicious?"

"Senior Sister Qin Shuang, Nascent Soul cultivation."

"Chen Yueyao is only at the Foundation Establishment stage."

"If Senior Sister Qin really needs Foundation Establishment Pills, she only needs to let the Pill Hall know, and the elders will respectfully offer her a batch. They might even think it's not fresh enough."

"Why would she need to steal from an outer disciple?"

Gu Changyuan spread his hands, his words couldn't be clearer.

It was almost as if he had said: Are you all idiots?

however.

What happened next left him speechless.

The disciples around him, upon hearing his question, not only did not understand, but became even more agitated.

"My holy son, you are unaware of the truth!"

The disciple who had just been kneeling crawled two more steps forward, approaching with an expression of unwavering certainty:

"You can know a person's face but not their heart!"

"Indeed, Holy Son, Senior Sister Qin's actions have gone far!"

Immediately, someone nearby loudly echoed:

"Senior Sister Qin may seem aloof and ethereal on the surface, but who knows what she's like in private? Perhaps... perhaps she has some unspeakable quirks?"

"Junior Sister Chen is so pitiful, suffering such bullying so soon after entering the sect."

"It is a sin to have disturbed the Holy Son's meditation."

"She must be severely punished! Justice must be served for Junior Sister Chen, otherwise we will not be satisfied!"

Everyone chimed in, spitting everywhere, each one filled with righteous indignation and righteous spirit.

In their eyes, Qin Shuang at this moment was a despicable villain.

And they, on the other hand, are heroes who uphold justice and protect the weak.

Even though Gu Changyuan looked at them as if they were idiots, they still argued vehemently.

This self-contained "reasoning" is simply unbreakable.

Gu Changyuan was utterly speechless.

He only felt a slight throbbing in the veins on his forehead.

"hehe......."

Gu Changyuan finally couldn't help but let out a cold laugh, his disdain growing stronger.

"Is your brain filled with nothing but mush? You won't even give such an inch of thought to something so illogical?"

What an incomprehensible bunch of idiots.

Is this what they call sympathizing with the weak?

As long as you can cry, as long as you are weak enough, then you have all the right to speak.

Even if the facts are right in front of you, even if the logic is shattered, a few tears are all it takes to turn black into white.

Gu Changyuan's gaze passed over the noisy crowd and landed in the center.

There.

Qin Shuang remained silent.

Is this the sect she is meant to protect? Are these her fellow disciples?

How ridiculous.

And on her opposite side.

The woman named Chen Yueyao possessed acting skills that seemed to come naturally.

"Ugh..."

The sound of sobbing arose at just the right moment, neither too loud nor too soft, enough to touch the softest spot in the hearts of onlookers.

Chen Yueyao slowly raised her head.

That face was indeed pitiful.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, tears welled up and hung on her eyelashes, her nose was tinged with pink, and her body was still trembling slightly.

She glanced around at her fellow students who were giving her impassioned speeches, a fleeting glint of triumph flashing in her eyes before being quickly swallowed up by even deeper sorrow.

Followed by.

She turned around and faced Qin Shuang.

thump!

Chen Yueyao actually knelt down.

This kneeling gesture immediately broke the hearts of the surrounding disciples, who all glared angrily, almost wanting to rush forward and tear Qin Shuang apart alive.

"Senior sister..."

Chen Yueyao's voice trembled, thick with sobs, as she said sadly:

"Senior sister, I beg you... I know I shouldn't be asking for this, but I really have no other choice..."

As she sobbed, she crawled two steps on her knees, reaching out as if to grab Qin Shuang's skirt, but then timidly withdrew, as if afraid of touching her.

Every move was meticulous and detailed.

It perfectly portrays the humble, helpless, and helpless posture of the weak.

"Please, please give me back my Foundation Establishment Pill, okay? Please..."

"Anything else—my spirit stones, my magic treasures, even my life—I'll give you anything you want. I don't want anything else..."

She looked up, and tears finally broke free, rolling down her cheeks and shattering into pieces on the smooth white jade bricks.

"But that Foundation Establishment Pill... it's different."

"That was the only memento left by my junior sister's mother."

"My mother entrusted it to me before she passed away; it was the last thing she left me in this world..."

"Senior sister, you also have parents and elders, so you must understand these feelings, right?"

"Junior sister, I really can't lose it... Please, give it back to me..."

These words, once spoken, were like a fatal blow.

Given the lofty cause of claiming that the belongings are the heirlooms of a deceased mother, any attempt to defend them seems futile.

To seize someone else's legacy is utterly immoral and worse than a beast.

The surrounding disciples were filled with righteous indignation, and their gazes toward Qin Shuang were filled with killing intent. If it weren't for their concern about her cultivation level, they probably would have already made a move.